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| Birthday: | January 29, 1990 |
| Location: | Kootenays, British Columbia, Canada |
| Join Date: | 01:23pm | Dec 23, '06 |
| Profile Updated: | 11:48am | Dec 17, '09 |
| Last Active: | 11:07pm | Jun 13, '07 |
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The cockiest, dirtiest, most irresponsible group of athletes in the world. Will do anything just to be able to tell his teammates a great story in the dressing room. Live the dream until they are 35 then realize they never made it. Ladies love us, guys want to be us, we are the soul of the universe. You lace up the skates, put on the gloves, strap on the helmet, and walk on to the ice and nothing else matters. It doesn't matter that you failed a test, your girl is being a bitch, or that you got a ticket on the way there...you're world is
absolutely perfect for the next couple hours. Here's to faceoffs, goals, assists, overtime, living on the road, cold rinks, early mornings, breakaways, going top cheese, countless hours of practice, bag skates, puking, thousands of dollars, dangling d-men, end to end rushes, big hits, broken twigs, new skates, packing bombs, dropping the mits, wheelin' broads, coaches, adding the letter "y"? to the end of everyone's last name, the word "fuck", pick up, tape to tape sauce, let downs, miracles and most of all - the game of Hockey. Why? . Skating so hard your heart beat rings in your head, while your
lungs are grasping for air. Late nights, early mornings, Friday nights, Saturday evenings, broken bones, torn muscles and deep bruises. We skate through it all. Because we live off our adrenaline, because the game frees your spirit, because the party in the locker room is second to none, because you're invincible once you step on the ice, because?one shot can make you smile all night, sniping the twine, backy shelf where momma keeps the peanut butter,the rattling of the boards, the feel of the puck, and skates carving into the ice is a rhythm to live by, because its possible to skate fast enough to leave all your worries behind. Sweat is the cologne of our accomplishment. Why?
Why would someone push themselves so hard the uneducated pussies always ask? never been for the fucking money, it's not for the girls, and it's not for the fame. The Boys' play because we fucking love it.
If beer hasnt touched your lips, if u havent packed a dip, or dropped the mitts, chances are your not a hockey player, and if you are your not a good one. Its not just the dip that occupies our lip, Its the memories, and friendships that come along with it.
Behind the athlete you've become,the hours of practice,the coaches who pushed you, the teammates who believed in you,and the fans who cheered for you,is the little boy who picked up a stick- who fell in love with the game,and never looked back
The cockiest, dirtiest, most irresponsible group of athletes in the world. Will do anything just to be able to tell his teammates a great story in the dressing room. Live the dream until they are 35 then realize they never made it. Ladies love us, guys want to be us, we are the soul of the universe. You lace up the skates, put on the gloves, strap on the helmet, and walk on to the ice and nothing else matters. It doesn't matter that you failed a test, your girl is being a bitch, or that you got a ticket on the way there...you're world is
absolutely perfect for the next couple hours. Here's to faceoffs, goals, assists, overtime, living on the road, cold rinks, early mornings, breakaways, going top cheese, countless hours of practice, bag skates, puking, thousands of dollars, dangling d-men, end to end rushes, big hits, broken twigs, new skates, packing bombs, dropping the mits, wheelin' broads, coaches, adding the letter "y"? to the end of everyone's last name, the word "fuck", pick up, tape to tape sauce, let downs, miracles and most of all - the game of Hockey. Why? . Skating so hard your heart beat rings in your head, while your
lungs are grasping for air. Late nights, early mornings, Friday nights, Saturday evenings, broken bones, torn muscles and deep bruises. We skate through it all. Because we live off our adrenaline, because the game frees your spirit, because the party in the locker room is second to none, because you're invincible once you step on the ice, because?one shot can make you smile all night, sniping the twine, backy shelf where momma keeps the peanut butter,the rattling of the boards, the feel of the puck, and skates carving into the ice is a rhythm to live by, because its possible to skate fast enough to leave all your worries behind. Sweat is the cologne of our accomplishment. Why?
Why would someone push themselves so hard the uneducated pussies always ask? never been for the fucking money, it's not for the girls, and it's not for the fame. The Boys' play because we fucking love it.
If beer hasnt touched your lips, if u havent packed a dip, or dropped the mitts, chances are your not a hockey player, and if you are your not a good one. Its not just the dip that occupies our lip, Its the memories, and friendships that come along with it.
Behind the athlete you've become,the hours of practice,the coaches who pushed you, the teammates who believed in you,and the fans who cheered for you,is the little boy who picked up a stick- who fell in love with the game,and never looked back